Love to Hate You (Hope Valley #9) - Jessica Prince Page 0,7
to contain no calories. “Need more.”
He shuffled me away from the wall toward the bed. A whoosh of air left my lungs when he pushed me back onto the mattress and made quick work of my boots and jeans, leaving me completely naked.
I had a fleeting moment of panic at the thought of this man, with his perfect body and flawless, masculine face, seeing my less than perfect body, but before self-doubt could begin eating away at me and ruin the moment, he rasped out a string of curses. “Jesus,” he grunted, almost as if he was speaking to himself. “Goddamn perfection.”
What the what!
“Micah,” I gritted, the desperation to get off making my whole body so tight I thought I might shatter. “Clothes. Off.”
He shot me a smirk that was downright decadent in all its cockiness, making him so damn hot I had to clench my thighs in search of relief.
The clink of his belt being undone filled the room, making my breathing accelerate. I pushed up on my elbows, my gaze riveted as he unzipped his fly and started pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his thick thighs. Saliva pooled in my mouth the instant he revealed his long, thick, painfully hard cock.
I didn’t shy away from giving blowjobs, but they weren’t exactly my favorite thing. However, as I stared at Micah’s solid erection, I wanted my mouth on this man more than my next breath. It was pointed right at me, the purple head leaking with arousal.
Without thought, I sat up and reached for his straining length. Fisting the base, I bent my neck and licked the tip, his taste exploding on my tongue.
“Uhn!” he grunted, fisting my hair to stop me before I could suck him into my mouth. “Fuckin’ hell, Red. I’d love to have your mouth on me, but I’m already feeling crazy. Need to fuck you. Now,” he finished on a growl.
“Hurry,” I whimpered.
At my command, he bent at the waist, reaching into the pocket of his discarded jeans for his wallet. He pulled out a condom and tossed the leather billfold to the floor before ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it down his shaft.
“You want it rough?” he grated, stroking himself in a tight fist.
“Yes,” I breathed, licking my lips as I watched him jack himself. “God yes.”
He moved so fast the room blurred before my eyes, grabbing hold of my hips and flipping me to my stomach like I weighed next to nothing. Before I could catch my breath, he jerked me up to my knees and gave my ass a slap that made me yelp.
I shot up on my hands, looking back over my shoulder in shock as the burn on my skin slowly began to fade into something way better. Did I . . . like that?
As if reading me better than I could read myself, he did it again, striking me on my other cheek. “Damn,” he sighed, almost reverently. “Your ass has been driving me crazy all night but seein’ it red with my handprints . . .” he trailed off, letting out another rumbly purr. “Gonna take everything I have not to come as soon as I feel you wrapped around me.”
His dirty talk was making me come out of my skin. “Micah, please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing my hips in a viselike grip, he lined himself up with my entrance and drove in to the hilt with one hard thrust. I cried out at the sensation of being stretched so full at the same time he grated out a string of curses.
“So tight,” he hissed, pulling out slowly and powering back inside. “Jesus, like a glove.”
It had been a really long time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not that I could form words just then—I was already dangerously close to falling over the edge. “Oh, yes,” I cried, throwing my hair back as he started fucking me at a relentless pace.
His hips slammed into my ass with every thrust, his cock rubbing a place inside of me that no man had ever found before. Pressure began to build low in my belly as I started driving myself back into him in time with each snap of his powerful hips. “Micah,” I groaned, digging my nails into the bedspread. “So good.”